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fairheaven - words - album - answered
Oh, would you look at that. Another bigwig.
First of all, I don’t talk to people who clearly can’t afford to buy a razor. Second, that’s it.
What a shame that you’re stuck here then, big cheese. You’ll be seeing tons of people who can’t afford razors.
If you don’t like it here, you can pack your bags and leave. Nobody’s stoppin’ you.
For the third time that week, Jacob Alwin found himself sitting in Danielle Duncan’s bar, his eyes combing the fairly small throng of gossiping customers that produced sound that could be compared to the sound of a stadium if a somewhat favored band were playing. There was no one of much interest. If he recognized someone, which wasn’t the hardest thing in the world, all things considered, he’d give them a curt nod of the head and his gaze would move as if that was the end of it.
The case was different when his eyes closed on a dark-haired, bright blue eyed lass which he vaguely recognized. She was drunker than the others, one side of her top dropping down her shoulder to reveal pale white skin that looked as soft as a baby’s and half of an elegant collarbone. She almost crashed straight into a bearded, scrawny man, and although Jacob wasn’t the most social of people, he considered it his duty to help this woman, because he recognized her when she smiled; Brianna Soreno, the twenty-five year old journalist for the local newspaper. He often read her articles just to have a good laugh, and though he appreciated how skilled she was with words, he didn’t, however, appreciate her opinions. Of course, that was mainly because he was old-fashioned and found these new “hip”, modern subjects to be disgustingly absurd.
Nonetheless, he held no grudge against the girl and he knew where she lived, as the name of her address was always plastered at the bottom of her column. No doubts crossed his mind as he made his way swiftly to where she was and grabbed her ivory skin with a swift, iron grip and pushed open the door to the bar, tugging her along behind him and making his way to his car silently.
They are nice people, and I think that’s good to have some attention here. Finally people know where Fairheaven is, and soon they will know who Abigail McGill is too.
They’re vain, that’s what they are. Why would we want more attention? So that people can take over our town? And if you want to get famous, I’d suggest not using others’ fames to do so.
No, they’re not. And I find it pretty sad.. It would be amazing to hang out with people that are worth being around me at school too.
Well, I don’t exactly see what exactly they’re good for, except maybe unnecessary drama and attention to a fairly peaceful town before they came along.
Couldn’t agree with you more on that one. I feel like they’ve over-populated the town a bit. I’ve been good - same as ever. What about you, Jake?
A bit? There’s one of those conceited little jerks ‘round every corner. Funny thing, these kids liking their narcissistic comments the much that they do. ‘Part from seeing them one too many times, I’m all right too.
Not really, I don’t have plans to kill anyone yet..
I’m great, thanks.
Well, that’s… that’s good then. Well, at least the celebrities aren’t crowding up your school, right?
That’s… good too.
